This is a song about "Razor on my wrist"

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

I have those scars on my wrist

Yeah that motor be the fastest

I´ve got those scars on my wrist that nobody can see

Niggas fuck with your boy, i can make you some money

Magnificent, anti-impotent, landslide winning by lyricist

Its so murderous and impervious how i work my wrist

Fuckin bitches chasing paper

I do damage with my razor

The razor is the pen and her canvas is her wrist

Yo, i'm fucking goldilocks up in the forest

I'm so fucking raw haters hoping that i catch aids

I rock my motherfuckin' crew like a string of razor blades/

This ain't a trick bitch cause i'm the realist there is, to ever fuckin exist

Ive got satan on speed-dial, call that nigga up talkin about slicin open my wrist,